Song Ben Gibbard Sure Does Sing About Meaningless Sex A Lot
posted by May 13 at 12:56 PMon
“Title Track” from We Have the Facts and We’re Voting Yes:
My memory cannot recall, a wave of alcohol
We shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.
Lushing with the hallway concregation,
my best judgement signed its resignation.
I rushed this. We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.
“Tiny Vessels” from Transatlanticism:
So one last touch and then you’ll go
And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me
“Someday You’ll Be Loved” from Plans:
You’ll be loved you’ll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
“Pity and Fear” from Narrow Stairs:
I have such envy for the stranger lying next to me
Who awakes in the night and slips out into the pre-dawn light
With no words: a clean escape, no promises or messes made
And chalks it all up to a mistake
“We Looked Like Giants” from Transatlanticism:
When every thursday I’d brave those mountain passes
And you’d skip your early classes
And we’d learn how our bodies worked.
God damn the black night with all it’s foul temptation
I become what I always hated
When I was with you then
Am I missing any?